Serena

By Claudy Conn

Witty and refreshingly candid, lovely Serena has been capturing hearts young and old alike. Her guardian uncle worries, though, that at twenty-three she will soon become a spinster. He wants a better life for her than that, but she doesn’t want to make a match without her heart being in it.

And none of the men courting her have touched her heart—not Warren, the old friend who woos her even as he eyes other women; certainly not Eustace, the minister concerned more with appearances than compassion; not even Freddy, perhaps the most ardent of her suitors but at nineteen still a puppy.

Then Freddy’s uncle, the handsome Lord Pendleton, arrives to extract his nephew from the woman he expects Serena to be—one interested only in wealth and a title. When he refuses to believe that, far from trying to ensnare Freddy, she has been urging him to return to Oxford, her ire gets the better of her. She decides to let his lordship stew in his own juices. And when it becomes clear Lord Arrogant’s plan is to get her to change her course from Freddy to himself, feisty Serena sets her own course.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claudy Conn
• Release date: Mar 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310944406

Claudy Conn

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Claudy Conn is a multi published author who got her start with her bestselling historical/regency romances.She tells us that she fell in love with the fantasy/paranormal genre and created a world of paranormal.She hopes you will read and enjoy and join her on her facebook where she loves to interact with her readers.page.http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claudy-Conn-Paranormal-Romance-Author/135826686471445

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Serena

By Claudy Conn

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Copyright © 2014 by Claudy Conn

Edited by: Karen Babcock

Cover Artist: Kendra Egert

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Dedication

To my editor and friend,

Karen Babcock

~ One ~

LORD DANIEL PENDLETON contemplated his desk with a look that spoke volumes. He held his quill poised for action, but he was heartily sick of signing his name to the stack of purchases his man of business had laid out for him to approve. He was restless and thought perhaps it was time to get out of London. Was he becoming jaded—sick of the haute ton’s hedonistic society?

He needed a diversion, and when his study door opened wide and a tall, robust woman of uncertain years and sure style stood on its threshold, he was most certainly diverted.

Nearly all their friends and family thought they looked much like one another, but other than the fact that they both had very thick black hair, he could not see it.

Daniel, forgive me, but I simply must see you, Lady Radburn said in tragic accents.

His lordship eyed his older sister warily. She was a handsome creature, and he’d always had a great deal of affection for her. More often than not, however, she would draw him into her family problems, and he wasn’t presently in the mood to deal with one of her numerous offspring. What now, Phyllis? He eyed her quizzically.

Daniel! she objected. Don’t take that tone with me. I am at wit’s end.

Yes, if I had the misfortune of having four brats, I suppose I would be as well, he answered on a short laugh.

She stomped her foot at him, reminding him of some of the fond memories they shared, and he softened. Apparently she saw this at once, for she reached out for his hands as he got up and came to her. Danny, please, this is serious.

His sister had been a widow for a little more than two years, but even in the years before her husband’s death she had applied to him whenever her children, all of them boys, drove her mad with distraction. Her husband had been a soft-hearted man and one that had been unable to discipline his sons with any success. She was fond of telling his lordship, however, that he seemed to have a knack with his nephews.

He chuckled and put a comforting arm around her shoulders. It always struck him that while his sister was certainly a tall woman, she was dwarfed beside him.

She eyed him and sniffed. He said cajolingly, Right then, sister-mine, out with it. Who has done what?

"If you had been attending to me last week, you would know. `Tis Frederick."

I was attending you. You said that he was due to return to Oxford, but he seemed to be lingering longer than he should with friends … sporting about in the New Forest.

Yes, and I told you that he had formed an attachment to a woman!

He laughed. Well, what is wrong with that? Young men do form attachments—they come and go with time.

Danny, she is an older woman … three years older to be precise. I understand that the friends he had gone into the New Forest with have already returned to Oxford, but he remained behind.

Simply tell him it is time to return to school, her brother said disinterestedly.

Danny, I received a letter from him this morning. He means to marry this woman.

Lord Pendleton’s attention was arrested. Marry her? Damn it, Phyllis, he is not yet twenty!

Precisely. His sister fidgeted with her hands and then grabbed hold of his coat lapels and pulled. What am I to do?

Who is this woman? He gently removed her fingers from doing any further damage to his superfine and frowned over the problem.

Her name is Moorely, Serena Moorely. She lives with her uncle, a squire, and their estates are of no great moment, but respectable enough. She eyed him meaningfully. I made inquiries, you see. However, what is more to the point is that he is too young to marry, let alone to an older woman who will use and discard him.

Well, honestly, three years is nothing, but as you say … he is too young to marry his first real crush. He frowned. Why do you think she will use and discard him?

Apparently, she is quite a beauty, and although she did not have a London Season, she has quite a few suitors. What does she want with Freddy but a title and a fortune?

This seemed plausible. I see, he said.

Indeed, I had it from a dear friend who just returned from the New Forest that she is a veritable diamond, and Freddy is ever at her heels. I won’t have it, Daniel. I don’t care how beautiful she is. He must forget her and return to school.

If she is such a great beauty, why then is she not already wed? his lordship asked pointedly.

Perhaps it is because she would be penniless if it were not for her uncle. Even if she inherits his estate, it is only a modest one … nothing when compared to what she would have as Lady Radburn. I must believe she has been holding out—waiting for Freddy to come up to scratch. Hopefully, my letter telling him he must not think of marriage will prohibit him from applying for her hand … hopefully. His sister began to wail. "My son!"

Well, she shan’t have him, so calm yourself, her brother said grimly.

Then … you will do something? she asked hopefully, sniffling.

Indeed, I shall. This Moorely woman doesn’t know who she is dealing with, his lordship answered thoughtfully. "But, she will. Oh, yes indeed, she will."

~ Two ~

SERENA ENTERED HER uncle’s room quietly. The dimity curtains were shut tight against the full moon, but the flame from the huge stone fireplace gave off enough light for her to see her uncle in his large bed.

Restlessness stirred her into a frown. Lately she wasn’t as happy as she should be. She wasn’t getting any younger, and suddenly she wasn’t sure of anything.

Love seemed to be an elusive thing, perhaps never to be realized. She had suitors, many of whom had not given up on her, but she couldn’t commit. How could she, when the missing ingredient meant so much to her?

She sighed and told herself that, at the very least, she had her home with her dear uncle and the beautiful grange she adored. She had the freedom of a woman who had just turned three and twenty, and that was all a good thing.

Her uncle opened his eyes, and she smiled and went to him. He was propped up against his pillows, and he was, in fact, fully awake. She met his gaze and smiled but clicked her tongue and wagged a finger at him as she approached.

La, but did you think it wouldn’t get back to me that you were up and about while I was out riding, walking the halls when you should have been resting?

Fire and brimstone! he answered her with a fond smile. You are not my keeper, and it was good for me. Keep up my strength you know. He frowned and patted a place beside him. Come sit. We need to talk.

Oh no, Uncle … not again? she returned, heartily wishing he would not try to convince her that she had to make a choice and get married to one of her suitors.

My sweet, golden-haired niece, I did not think it possible, but you grow more beautiful each day, he said. What I have to say is serious. You must at least listen with an open mind. Will you do that?

No, because it is not about you, it is about me and what you think I should have, she answered with a rueful shake of her head.

Listen to me, young lady, before I go to meet my maker, I mean to see you safely wed, but how can I when you don’t do anything I ask?

Now what are you talking about? What did you ask of me?

"You are supposed to be at the Harvest Festival, not here."

Serena laughed and adjusted his quilt, which was sliding off the bed. And you are supposed to be asleep.

You know, your laugh is like music … angelic—

She cut him off with a tease. Angelic is no way to describe anything about me.

Serena, he continued as though she had not interrupted him, with your beauty, your smile, that pretty laugh, you could have anyone … anyone at all. Choose one and be done, he said softly, still very serious.

"I will choose one when the right one comes along. Now, you need to sleep, dearest, and keep up your strength."

Sleep? How can I sleep with all I’ve got to worry about? he retorted cantankerously.

Worry? Indeed, what do you have to worry about? Serena frowned. And don’t say you are worrying about me when you know how happy I am.

Your friends are all married …

Not all. Dear Amy has only just gotten betrothed, and Francine—

Ah bah, your closest friends are married, and I have seen you with them … your heads together talking about their marital bliss. I want that for you. He frowned as she looked away from him. Serena, why aren’t you at the Festival? You cannot give me a good reason, can you? Why, just look at you. Do not think you shall always have your pick, for beauty or not, decent dowry or not, you are three and twenty, and your choices will diminish, he told her ruthlessly. Some might even begin to call you an ‘old maid’. Tell me how it is that the most beautiful woman in all of Hampshire isn’t engaged yet? Look at yourself, Serena. Your hair is like dark spun gold … your eyes are like a mysterious canyon of onyx …

She giggled. Onyx canyon, eh? She shook a finger at him. You say my age as though it is a curse. You are quite talking nonsense now. I shall think you are delirious with fever. You must stop worrying about it—I shall marry one day, when I am ready.

I won’t last till then, brat. Damn, but I want to see you wed and raising brats of your own. ’Tis the natural order of things. I like order. I want to drink at your wedding, Serena … humor an old man. Pick one of the poor chaps forever dangling after you, and do the thing.

She looked into his faded blue eyes and stroked his cheek sweetly. What he had said was all true. She could hear people call her an ‘old maid’ next year. Did she care? In a way, she did. She said, Uncle, I would always wish to do what might please you. I can’t, however, get married at this time, because those chaps you speak of may be dangling after me, but I am not in love with any of them.

Hogwash! her uncle snapped. "Why I daresay a dozen different fellows are forever paying you morning visits. This place is over-run with the lot of ’em. But forget all of the others—what of Warren? He has a way about him. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Serena, and I don’t think you are indifferent to him either."

Warren Beverly is quite a wonderful and handsome charmer, and, yes, I do like him, and as you say there was a time … years and years ago when I fancied him, but …

But what, woman? I grant you that he has been in financial straits recently, but he would come around with your dowry, and he is most respectable. Besides that, I like him.

She laughed. "It needs only that I like him enough to marry him, and although I do think he is a very good catch for someone else, he is not the one for me."

Serena, he can take care of you and I … I won’t always be here …

I don’t give a fig for such considerations. Take care of me, indeed. That is not what I am looking for, as I am quite capable of taking care of myself. I would not … could not be with a man I do not love. My hand must follow my heart.

Is it that boy? What the devil does he call himself, I can’t remember, asked her uncle, pulling at his lower lip.

Frederick? she asked in surprise.

Aye, that’s it, Frederick of Radburn. Is it him? It must be him. He is forever here, and you laugh a great deal in his company. He has asked me permission to court you, and I said to have at you.

Uncle! That is outrageous. As you say, he is a boy, nineteen to be exact, and I have already refused his offer twice.

Why? If he is nineteen, he’ll be twenty soon enough. Radburn is a good name. He is a baron and has a fortune to boot. I’m told he is a bruising rider to hounds, so you shall deal famously together. I was more than happy to give him permission to try and win your hand. He sighed. "I did tell him it wasn’t me he should be applying to but you. Is it him?"

Is it him? How can you ask? As though I would keep him from school and rob the cradle? Serena stood up from the bed, her hand going to her heart. Faith, Uncle … no, it is not him. She folded her hands into one another. Freddie is infatuated with me … nothing more. I had hoped you would have nipped his infatuation in the bud and refused him permission to court me. That would have been the thing to do, as he is too young to know his own mind. He should be up at Oxford … not here, courting me.

"Damn it, girl, you only have three years on him. What is that? Absurd to think you are robbing the cradle. He is old enough to know what he wants, and he wants you. Marry the boy and put him out of his misery and make an old man happy. I have a fancy to see you as Lady Radburn."

She controlled the retort that formed in her mouth. He loved her and wanted her established respectably. She could not fault him, for she had been reluctant to choose a suitor. She knew this point had been a sore one with him. However, although she liked any number of men that had come calling, she had not fallen in love. She had begun to think something was wrong with her. Her married friends wanted to know if she was not moved to want a man to make love to her, and here was the trouble: she had not been so moved. Was she cold-blooded? Oh, she hoped not. How dreadful it would be to turn into a frosty spinster.

She decided to abruptly change the subject and asked, Did you know that Farmer Cribbets has just brought in a new bull?

This caught the squire’s interest, as he had always been involved with his tenant farmers and enjoyed their news. Did he, by God? Cribbets has never been a fool. Good head on his shoulders. He has a face like a mule and a pair of cat sticks for legs, but a damned clever fellow. How much did he pay for the bull, do you know?

No, she answered, smiling, pleased to see him on another subject. But I have heard that he got the bull at a steal. Perhaps if you are feeling up to it tomorrow, we might drive over there and have a look at this new bull?

Aye. Her uncle nodded vigorously, but then his eyes narrowed.

She could see that although he was aware she had changed the subject, he was allowing it to pass, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She dropped a kiss on his forehead and said, I’ll leave you to rest.

He clutched her hand and eyed her sharply. Serena, I want you safe before I die.

"And I don’t want you to die. Perhaps you will do what the doctor wishes and make yourself well again, if only to live to see me married off," she teased.

* * *

He watched her go and thought, Stubborn wench. He then immediately thought of her mother with an ache that was as sharp now as it had ever been.

Serena’s mother had the same dark, winged brows and the same nearly black eyes, and her hair had been like Serena’s honey-gold. He had fallen in love with her the moment he saw her, but she had already been in love with his older brother.

Jack had not deserved her. He had gambled away their family fortune, and they had nearly lost the Grange.

He had in the end been unable to face what he had done and had put a bullet through his own head. The squire had managed to cover up his brother’s suicide—called it a hunting accident—for Serena and her mother’s sake.

Serena’s mother had gone into a decline from which she had never recovered. A year later, thin and unwell, she was taken by what the doctor called consumption.

The squire had worked hard with what he was left and had been savvy enough to bring the Grange back to its full glory. He had made some investments with his own trust fund, one that Jack had not been able to dip into, and they had paid off nicely.

Serena, even if she did not marry, would never want for a thing, but he did not wish to see her lonely … no, not like he had been because he had not married.

~ Three ~

THE NEW FOREST was lovely in the fall. Shimmering leaves with variegated color still hung in the trees, just on the verge of dropping to earth.

The breeze was crisp without being too cold, and Serena took in a long gulp of the fresh air. This was her favorite riding season. She had not gotten very far, however, when she saw Warren waving to her, and she sighed quietly to herself.

He rode up, his smile wide across his handsome face, and she marveled that she had ever been attracted to him. He sidled his horse up alongside of her and boldly took her reins in his kid-gloved hands.

She gave him a disapproving look and said, Warren, do release my reins.

If you promise not to rush off from me. Lately, as soon as you see me, off you go in the opposite direction. I never have a moment alone with you. His voice sounded strangled as he said her name, "Serena …"

Ah, she said, trying to lighten the moment, and hurriedly stuck in, "You mean to be serious. I can see it in your eyes, and you should not be serious Warren—not with me."

I must, he said dramatically. I must be serious.

She smiled ruefully. You and I both know that whatever you think you want today, you shall not want tomorrow. But, if you must … have at me.

I know you think I am involved with the Parker chit, he started.

"I don’t think—I and everyone else know. But I must tell you to your face, it doesn’t matter to me. Do not think it does."

He clucked his tongue. "Perhaps I was interested in her for a time, but only because she is an heiress with an income I could not easily ignore. However, you must know that she means absolutely nothing to me. I swear it."

Her eyes narrowed, and she wanted to slap his face. She felt her anger make its way from her mind to her lips and curbed herself. She caught herself before she gave him a tongue lashing. The best thing she could do was to stay out of such a conversation. However, she found she could not stop herself from telling him, I don’t think you should speak about Miss Parker in such a manner. I am sure she believed you in earnest when you began … what appeared to be a courtship. I am not well acquainted with her, but she has always seemed a very pleasant girl—

Yes, yes, she is, he said, cutting her short, "But, Serena, as hard as I tried to bring myself to want her … to ask for her hand … I knew she was not for me. You are the one. I need you to know that I have come to realize you are the one, the only one I shall ever love."

She knew better. "Yet … last week, only last week, Miss Parker was the one …" She shook her head. When she was sixteen, she’d had a maddening crush on Warren and watched